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A fantasy - a poem about a woman bowling in the buff - enjoy! |
| Knickers off, revealing knockers, Not the most egregious shockers, Not that this may go unplanned – Always though, she's in demand... Then she photographs her displays, And folks distribute many ways, A striking look that’s never banned, Not like nudeness, she can't stand… Naked bowling, up the lane – Her balls go flying down the drain… Showing off her clothes-less style, As they laugh, and often smile! Knowing skills, this woman lacks, As the gear comes off their backs, Not having a clue, to be desired, Points are totaled and admired… |